Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Smile of afternoon sun
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I smiled to see Nara and Naro who were playing water on the beach lips spray each other. Sometimes the two of them laughed, then chased each other back. The sound of the roar of the waves that echoed as if signifying an emotion-inducing sound.
I was in this neighboring country for almost a month. After going through several examinations and treatment processes that tortured Nara's body, my daughter was finally declared completely cured of paralysis in her legs.
Nara returned to normal walking as usual, although the way she walked was a little different. But at least a smile had appeared on that stumpy face.
"Thank you, man" said I leaned on this man's shoulder.
Mas Dante just came from Indonesia, a few weeks ago he had time to go home and finish some of his work. I have forbidden her from returning to Malaysia because I can take care of myself and the children. But he seemed to want to show me that the love he had was timeless only by distance and time. I have not answered her expression of love yet. Honestly, heartbreak makes it a little difficult for me to come back to believe in the word love.
"No need to thank me. Mas sincerely do everything for you and the children," he replied as he stroked my head that was leaning on his shoulder.
I smiled faintly, my heart instantly warmed. The simple but non-combustion speech managed to make my face red, like a teenager who was shot by a man. The heart beats fast every time it is near. Am I really in love with this guy? I don't know, fear and trauma are like covering up all the feelings that should make me happy.
"Mas," called me while rising from his shoulder.
"Dear, why?" ask her with a seductive smile.
Again my heart pounded when he called me with the sweet call, although this call is often used Mas Galvin behind my name. My heart still melts.
"Seriously same as me?" I looked into his eyeballs. "I'm a woman who has nothing. Do you know my past, the moon? So before we go far and before I actually fall in love with Mas. I'd better think first so as not to choose wrongly," said I seriously. Yeah, I'm afraid he'll regret it when I'm not what he expected. Because the trauma that once came still lives until now.
Mas Dante smiled warmly, his hands outstretched to get rid of the little hairdo that slightly closed my eyes due to the gentle breeze well floated it.
"Mas is sure to choose you and Mas won't choose wrong. You are the woman that Mas has been looking for to heal the wounds that were scratched in Mas's heart. You're a great woman, you're a tough mother" she said, wiping my smooth face.
I don't know what to answer, but this man's answer is capable of drawing me into the world of imagination. My mind that was previously unfounded, as if it had a purpose of hope.
"Mas knows you still don't believe how Mas feels about you. But Mas will not give up on proving that Mas is sincere. We will be ready to wait until anytime" he added.
"Honestly, I'm still too afraid to open my heart. I knew that after Mas Galvin's departure, I had a deep sense of trauma. I can hardly believe the word love anymore" I explained. I really want this guy to understand, before his feelings get deep into me.
"Mas knows and I understand. Therefore Mas does not force you to accept his love Mas. But Mas will prove and treat all the wounds in your heart. It may take time and process, but Mas is confident and believes that you are the destiny of the last love of Mas," he said at length.
The burly hand coiled around my body, then pulled me into his arms.
"Mas will be a remedy to heal the wounds and pain in your heart" he said. I can feel if he says it sincerely.
"Thank you," I replied, wrapping my hands around her body.
I breathed fragrant fragrance from the aura of this man's body. Until now I have dreamed of being part of a man who has helped and helped me a lot. I don't know how I'll feel. I'm just afraid after this a lot of things I don't want to happen. This body smells like it's becoming my candlestick. The chest of this field, where I lean most comfortably. His burly palm seemed to be a roof when the rain whipped.
What's more, my stepmother still hasn't accepted my presence. He still alleges that I was the son of the unlucky bearer who made my mother die while giving birth to me. No child would be born if his presence caused others to lose their lives.
"Mama. Daddy," Nara and Naro called out to run towards us who were sitting under umbrellas.
I smiled at Nara who looked happy when she was able to walk back. Previously Mas Dante did promise to take the children on vacation, if Nara healed. Now a smile rises on that cute little face.
"Nara slowly walked, son," I rebuked. It's not what Nara was just able to walk, the doctor said she had to be careful for fear of her legs hurting again.
"Yes Mama" answered Nara.
Nara hugged me. While Naro hugs Mas Dante. It is incomplete because there is no Tata. Tata was supposed to come with Mas Dante after us, but Tata was not healthy. I didn't stare differently between Nara and Naro and Tata, to me they were the same kids in my eyes. Although Tata wasn't born in my womb, but he was already my own son. Moreover, she has lost the figure of a mother since childhood.
"Mama's hungry," nara's yank.
"Yes let's eat. Daddy has ordered us to eat" Mas Dante took with him as he stood holding Naro.
"Yey, Daddy's good-natured!" nara smiled at Sumringah.
"certain. Besides being kind-hearted Daddy is also handsome and don't forget it, Girl," said Mas Dante poking Nara's chin ignorantly.
Seriate...